Poems From the Jersey Shore 39
Faith, Art, writing and learning are Tim’s passions. Tim loves working in education. He has a BS in Psychology from Albright College.
Art From the Jersey Shore
I love writing poems and short stories but favorite thing to do is create animal art. I do a lot of work with charcoal pencil and other medium. I decided in this offering of poems to include some of artwork for your viewing pleasure. I would love to hear your feedback on both the poems and artwork. As always keep safe, enjoy life and try to spread a little love each day.
Say
’ve said all
There is to say
On any given subject
At least for today
But when tomorrow comes
I may find
I’m not really
All done
I might have
More words to say
Then I did in my
Yesterday
And
My tomorrows
To come
My Wife
When my wife talks
It is my druthers
To let it go in one ear
And out the other
And when she shouts
I rarely hear
The words are blocked
From my ears
But when my wife cries out
Come get some food
Those words I always hear
Cause her meals I must say
Are really, really good
Ode to Coffee
Oh sweet coffee
Oh my beautiful coffee
You are the light of my morning
Each morning
I await your arrival
As the enticing aroma
Whaffs from the brewing pot
I pace in anticipation
Of your first taste
As you seep across my lips
Into my mouth
Letting my taste buds
Dance for joy
Oh sweet coffee
Oh my beautiful coffee
You bring such joy
Inside My Head
We had a jar with a bumblebee
We opened the lid, set it free
There are things inside my head
Which can’t be easily said
Stories, jokes and poems there are
Locked inside like a bee in a jar
If I could only set them free
I’d give them as a gift for you from m
A Love
I need a love
I need a love
I need a love
To help me through the pain and sorrow
I need a love
I need a love
I need a love
Today not tomorrow
A love so true
To be true
When life seems blue
I need a love
I need a love
I need a love
I need a love
When my life feels so joyous
I need a love
I need a love
I need a love
A love for the two of us
A love passed from
One heart to another
One true love
A love for two to share
I need a love
Need a love
Need a love
As I Grow Older
As I grow older
My hair turns to grey
I begin to wonder
I start to ponder
About my later days
Will I be sixty
Will I be eighty
Will I reach sixty four
As I grow older
My years grow shorter
I see my life ebb away
My thoughts turn to rust
My life is a bust
Will I someday retire
Will I maybe expire
Before I reach sixty four
I Wish
I wish
I wish
I wish
I were like you
I’m not
So what do I do
Do I wallow here in pity
Do I sit here in doubt
Do I get angry about it
Do I scream out loud
No
I am not you
I can only do
The things I am able
The things I can do
The things I alone like
The things I see as true
The things which make me
Me
© 2021 Timothy Whitt